Luyện nghe bài hát Spitshine Sonata

I lost my voice in the
I burned my
Staring at your

I was a child
My father's
My father's

delicate arms
Keep toward the horizon
As we keep starving for beauty

We are sick distance
Starving for beauty
We are with distance
for his failure

We are sick with
We are with distance
We are sick with
We are sick with

You keep me on my
in your arms
You me on my knees
Mummified in your

You me on my knees
Mummified in your
is the last chance that you will get
To breathe my name into his

I lost my in the fire
I burned my
Staring at your

I was just a
My favorite

Such arms
reaching toward the horizon

Only the deaf peace
the blind won't reach
Only the deaf find
Only the blind won't